Part 3. Captivity.

He was tortured again and again. Every day. Electricity, injections with poisons, water procedures with a bag on his head, brutal beatings. Then he was brought to his senses, the doctors carefully watched so that he was not inflicted with fatal injuries. And everything went on again in a circle, they sought from him where Sarah and her partner were. But he didn't know. They left, and he never saw them again. He remembered standing in front of the bridge and Sarah hugged him goodbye, he had a special relationship with her. He loved her, knowing that they could never be together. And she knew that too. Too different types.

Dean was handcuffed to a metal chair, surrounded by bare walls, it was hellish, inhuman conditions. I wonder if the UN knows about this place and what is happening here. This fucking country considers itself mega democratic, puts human rights above everything else, shouts to the whole world how right it is. Bullshit, he knows it for sure now, you can kidnap a person here and do whatever you want with him, and nothing will happen to the government for it.

The door fell off, the female figure of an elderly woman appeared in the opening, with combed gray hair, dressed in a strict business suit. As she came closer, he was able to take a close look at her wrinkled face.

- Laura Baker, microbiologist. her voice sounded dry, formal, without a trace of emotion in her voice. - Mr. Dean. How do you feel?

- Sucks, doesn't it show on me - Dean smiled caustically

- I'm sorry about what happened, but in the current situation we had no other way out. I am against such methods myself, but...

- What are you talking about, bitch?! What is the situation? I'm a scientist, I'm a college employee. I'm wanted, you kidnapped me and tortured me. I will make sure that all of you are imprisoned!

- I understand you perfectly, I'm very sorry. Believe me, when everything is over, we will pay you all the costs, the amount will allow you to exist comfortably until the end of your days. But right now we need your help.

- What the fuck kind of help! You don't understand what you're doing! What do you want from me? I do not know where Sarah is!

- Listen, all the information you gave us has been confirmed. We have analyzed the data from your laboratory. But nevertheless you are responsible for what you have created

- What other responsibility? I didn't create anyone! It was the work of Bruce Abbott. Yes, I helped him in conducting experiments, but no more.

- Mr. Dean, let's not pretend. You can tell these tales to other agents, like Vasaakh, but not to me. You can't lie to me. I headed the Athena project, and I saw,,, Forces,... I saw... Eve. And I perfectly understand the level of your competence. A scientist sees a scientist from afar.

- I don't know what you mean.

- Listen, Dean. We need your help tracking Sarah and the other hybrid. Believe me, they pose a serious threat to us all. If they are not stopped... then…

"Who's going to die?" Sarah's gone. It does not pose a threat, if it is not touched, of course. I believe that everyone has the right to a free life

- Laura smiled wryly and tilted her head – once we gave such a right to one of these creatures, and as a thank you we received mountains of corpses. And we had to make unimaginable efforts to eliminate the consequences created by this monster. The consequences that forced Congress and the world community to pass laws to restrict biological and genetic research. Although we tried to hide everything to the last. So, Mr. Dean, she poses a threat, and a very significant one. Her task is to survive and spread her species to all of humanity. The DNA that was sent to us a few years ago, it is aggressive. This is the DNA of a parasite, a conqueror. The task of their species is to completely exterminate the fauna and flora where they got to, and replace them with themselves. They have been doing this for millions of years.

- What the fuck are you talking about? Who are they? – Dean looked at her as if she had gone

- I can't tell you that anymore. Well, Mr. Dean. How do you see the project of cooperation with us? You will help us track down Sarah, and we will thank you generously.

- Suck my dick, bitch! Dean pronounced it syllable by syllable, savoring every word

At that moment, she raised her hand and snapped her fingers. Two agents ran into the cell, knocked him on his side with a sharp blow and literally turned him into a good chop. And then all his muscles contracted from electrical discharges, and a soundless scream escaped from his open mouth. Then someone said: Enough!. And he was returned to his former position.

- Mr. Dean, I really hope for mutual understanding. I want an answer from you tomorrow morning. If you refuse us, we will be forced to eliminate you. I wish you a good time – Laura got up and left the camera with a smile on her face.

All night he thought about Sarah, about every minute he spent with her. Yes, he loved her. But it wasn't that unrequited love, but... Damn, it was all so complicated. He sat and silently stared at the wall: "They are tracking her. They want to catch them. Sooner or later they will do it. He would give anything now to somehow warn them, if they themselves are not aware yet. John will certainly protect Sarah, he will tear these freaks to pieces when they get to them. But they still have weapons against them, they will be caught, put in a cage, and what will happen next, he didn't even want to think."